With all the burden of the world
My green mother spends her days
Constantly sunning herself, she turns
In her roundabout ways
The wind runs on like a wild child
Heedless, with havoc plays
Day and night, teasing me
Day and night, teasing me
As I wait for its capricious rains
And that queenly cat on the windowsill
Who comes and goes or stays
Preening her perfect silky coat
All day she stretches and plays
Why can’t I be lazy and ambition-less
With all the time in the world?
Why should I spend it running scared
This little time in the world
Why should I not take a moment and pause
Why should I spend it running scared
This little time in the world
Why should I not take a moment and pause
To take in the patterns of the clouds
Or just carry my share to the ants’ house
Myopic eyes mirroring our common doubts
8 comments:
A longing heart.... a weary heart.
We are so busy in the hustle-bustle of our daily lives that we rarely stop and just smell the rain. You poem will definitely make the reader realize this. :)
Great work.
Thank you, thank you, friend :)
Err... *your
The verse immediately reminded me of this:
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
Erm, but, on a different line, while googling for these verse (yeah!separate me from googling, and i'm all lost:P), wordsworth's the world is too much with us popped up. Seems true. Simplified world, but stolen time.
Oh and yea, these are lovely. Made me smile:)
Wishes and love.
V
Your poem is like the megh raga. There's rain and you are going to enjoy it at Boca. Its like god's himself commenting on the blog.
Thank you, Gullu. It's a lovely comment :)
Thanks, ABC, very well-written comment, btw. Who are you?
Last two paras sound like such a strong chorus, with the right music we can turn it into a rolling-in-the-deep of our own!
Very intelligent writing, brilliant anaglogies. Keep up the good work!
~Tapas
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